For You And I Are Past Our

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting Sun.

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.

If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.

Ha. "against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come Into Dinner." There's A Double Meaning In That. -benedick (much Ado)